The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

August BlogMeet A Smashing Success!

Free Sweet Corn Draws Near-Record Crowd!C'mon, free corn, Tam, Caleb, me and Frank W. James -- what more could you want? Details will follow ...Plus over a dozen other wondrous bloggers and readers, namely and to wit: Old Grouch, Shermlock Shomes and spouse, Nathan, Brigid, Wayne, Joanna and her sister, MTS1 (winner of a deferred Cup Of Turonistan, as I was out of Fabulous Prizes. Getcha one next time for sure!), Robert, Shootin' Buddy, Robb D. , "Sparky" (Caleb's imaginary friend), Arch and spouse Linda and I am pretty sure I have left someone out... Here's the reverse angle. How clever of me to be all bent over as the picture is snapped, looking over my glasses as I take notes. Looks like I fainted.Free sweet corn proved very popular! This shot is before the feeding frenzy really got started, or, as Framer Frank puts it, "One of the real rewards in life is to be the position of being able to give food away to your friends."

Right now a few of the locals are sittin' on the front porch at Roseholme with big glasses of ice water. I am hankerin' to join 'em, having bicycled to and from, as did Tam and SB. Guess which machine is mine?Hadda good BlogShoot first, too. My Sistema Colt 1911A1? It's allll happy now! Frank W. James, Tam, Shootin' Buddy, Nathan and I were all at Eagle Creek Park Pistol Range. Alas, no pix from there. I got to shoot Frank's Ruger LCR and wasn't totally awful (for me with a revolver) once he'd briefed me on the two-stage DAO trigger. I could stand to have a slighly longer grip but in terms of lightweight-go-shooty, it's very nice. Pockatable? So far, everyone is looking askance at the grippy Hogue grips. Very nice grips, mind you, but they tend to grab fabric, non-ideal for the application. --As Tam has observed (she's far from the only one), shooting a DAO revolver does wonders for one's control with a semi-auto and when I returned to the 1911, I found my groups had tightened up. Nothing world-beating but improvement nevertheless.

Just one day sooner, and my Kimber and I could have joined you fine folks.....

(sigh)

Perchance might you be amenable to scheduling next month's meet more toward the middle of the month (12th or 13th?)so's I might possibly manage to drop in on my way back from moving my Mother down to Florida?

I peeled the corn, and it made the kitchen smell great (90F/90%H days make this 1896 box smell badly enough to make a billy-goat puke even with the windows open, so having the sweet corn to shuck was better than burning yet another incense cone), plus the corn looks delicious. I'll boil it up tomorrow.

It warms my heart to see that there is truly a porch from which Tam gets a view. In a world with fake characters like Betty Crocker, Aunt Jemima, and Mrs. Butterworth's, that the blog owner truly has a View from the Porch!

The typewriter photo answers the final question that I didn't get a chance to ask - does the mini take standard U.S. paper?

wv: erive - since I done took off right after church, I erive in Indy way early, so I done went to Monon Coffee to sit a spell and read my archaeology update on the wi-fi 'fore I went to the pub.

People look at me funny whenever I say it seems like a piece I'd like to have, but it's so small and light, it would make a good pocket/backup. I know the Hogue grips may be overly grippy, but I suspect one could do something with electrical tape. (Which makes me remember that, before Barami Hip Grips became available, my father was one of those detectives who would wrap a few rubber bands around the grip of his J-Frame and shove it in his waistband, rather than bother with what was available for holsters beck then...)

"Typewriter squee! It was the geekiest darn thing I did all week, and that's sayin' something."

The way you were banging away on the keyboard with your index fingers only, you needed a candy cigarette and a fedora with a "PRESS" card stuck in the hat band. I was afraid that whatever you were writing was going to come spinning out of the typewriter to fill the screen like some rerun of a '50s Superman episode. XD

"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."